Herbert Mensah

Perfect Imperfection Melissa Bachara

I am a contradiction a perfect imperfection On looking in from outside I think I’d pass inspection My nails are neat, each hair in place My clothes the latest styles But look a little closer, And you can see my trials The window to my balanced soul Is stained from too much smoke A birds eye view down at my heart Will clearly show it’s broke My best intentions lead to pain And complicated messes My head is filled with wishes, My decisions second guesses There was a time I tried to hide each wrinkle, scar and tear But I’m learning to appreciate That I’m more than I appear Each wrinkle tells a story The path from there to here I’ve earned a little wisdom With every falling tear My soul will soar in brilliant skies But then I’ll need to rest The embers of my passion Still smolder in my chest Perhaps I’ll let my hair go wild And skip the manicure I’ll wear my favorite color They’ll say “Hey, look at her” My hair, my heart, my clothes, my soul Will walk in one direction No longer contradicting My perfect imperfection